Dominate Me!: (12 Book Bondage Submission BDSM Bundle)

by Sylvia Redmond

  “Come on, you promised” I told him. “Besides, it’s only for a few lessons.”

  “I know, a deal’s a deal” he said. “Well, what about you? Are you going to hold that card all night or are you going to open it up?”

  I had been tapping the card back and forth on the stem of my margarita glass. It was in a stark white envelope with a gold seal on it and looked fancy-schmancy. I had no idea what it was but my curiosity was at an all-time high as I tore the flap on the glued envelope. I pulled out the card inside and needed to read a few times to make sure I understood exactly what I was looking at.

  “Sex therapist?” I said to him.

  Dance lessons suddenly sounded like I had low balled him. I should have known he would have gone for something a little out there. My wildest guess before opening the envelope would have been a bikini wax or a tattoo or something. Sex therapist was borderline creepy, if not downright insulting.

  “Just hear me out” Steve said, getting ready to launch whatever defense he had no doubt prepared. “I heard about this doctor from a guy at work. He is supposed to be phenomenal, his specialty is working with couples who have been married a while. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with our sex life, it would just be kind of, interesting, to see what this guy has to say.”

  “Uh huh” I said, clearly not convinced.

  “You’ll just sit there and talk about our marriage and our sex life. He probably even has a female therapist he works with. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a professional take a look under the hood, that’s all I’m saying. And this whole thing was your idea, so you can’t sit there looking at me like I’m some kind of pervert” he said.

  It was true, the whole thing had been my idea. It was his Trump card and he didn’t hesitate to play it early. I couldn’t deny that he had given some thought to this, instead of taking the easy out and giving me a gift certificate for a massage or something.

  “I mean, I guess it’s not a bad idea” I said as I turned the card over in my hands. “We have been saying we need to spice up our sex life a little.”

  “Yes!” he blurted in agreement. “That’s what I’m talking about. What can it hurt? I’ll go dancing and you go talk to the sex therapist.”

  “Mmm” I said as I continued to turn the card over in my hands.

  Steve was right. What harm could there be in talking to this guy? I would probably lie on his couch talking about my parents or some bullshit that made me uptight. I looked down at the letterhead in my hand as I considered it.

  Dr. Robert Foster

  Sex Therapist and Marriage Counseling

  Chapter 2

  “I have to admit, I feel a little uncomfortable being here” I confided in him. “My husband purchased these sessions, or else I wouldn’t be here at all.”

  I was sitting in front of his desk in his large office. Dr. Robert Foster was looking back at me warmly with a folder open in front of him that he had occasionally scribbled a note into. It was a little unnerving that I had only been there for ten minutes and he already had a file on me.

  “That’s completely understandable” the doctor said. “It sounds like an interesting exercise the two of you went through, this exchanging of gifts with one another. It sounds like you have a healthy marriage Diane. But now that you’re here, you might as well honor your husband’s wishes and let me talk to you about your sexual relationship. Even the strongest built buildings need to have occasional work done on their foundations.”

  It was a good analogy, and one I’m sure he used on every patient that came into his office.

  “Yes, I’m sure we would benefit from a little counseling. What couple wouldn’t?” I replied to him.

  “Excellent” the doctor said. “So tell me a little bit about your marriage Diane. Tell me about your sexual relationship with your husband.”

  “Well” I said as I thought about the answer to his question. “We’ve been married for ten years now. We were college sweethearts and we got married once we were out of college for five years. So we have been together for a long time. And in truth, our sexual relationship…”

  I paused and looked up to see that he was cocking an eyebrow at me.

  “Well, I mean, it’s simmered a little. But what married couple keeps that fire lit constantly? It’s impossible. I mean, we still have a good sex life, it’s just…”

  “Let me ask you this” the doctor said as I fumbled over my words. “Is there anything that you and Steve have talked about doing in the bedroom that you’re particularly uncomfortable with? Is there anything that Steve in particular is interested in that you yourself find unappealing or intimidating?”

  “Well, Steve has always liked to perform oral sex on me. But frankly, it’s something that doesn’t appeal to me. It’s always felt dirty, having him down there with his mouth. So I know that probably frustrates him.”

  “Um hmm” the doctor said while writing on his pad.

  “And of course he has the fantasy of me with another woman” I told the doctor. “He talks about it all the time. In fact he talks about that and watching me with another man. But we’ve been married for ten years doctor – what middle aged married guy doesn’t have those fantasies?”

  “Yes, yes, they are common” the doctor said as he looked at me. “Do those thoughts make you uncomfortable?”

  “Uncomfortable? No, I guess not. But it’s not exactly like we can act on any of that stuff either. I mean, how many married women are out there running around having kinky sex like that?”

  “Yes, yes” he said thoughtfully as he finished writing and he put his pen down. “But I think I can help you Diane. And I think these sessions will help you and your marriage more than you know. But there is one thing I insist on before moving forward.”

  “What is that?” I asked him.

  “I must have your complete and total consent to my treatment. In order for me to counsel you, I need you to commit, by signature, that you will consent to everything that I ask of you” he said. As he spoke he pushed a clipboard with what I assumed was his consent form attached to it.

  I picked up the clipboard and started scanning what looked like a thousand other doctor’s forms I had signed. There was a signature line with a big X written next to it in red ink.

  “I will tell you this Diane” the doctor continued. “It sounds like you have an excellent marriage. Most of the couples that come through my door are already in a state of duress. Your husband is showing a commitment that few men have to their marriage by suggesting this therapy for you. I would urge you to carry through with it.”

  The doctor made a persuasive argument. I knew he was right, I knew our marriage was solid. Steve had showed an uncharacteristic interest in fortifying our relationship by seeking out this clinic. What could this doctor possibly suggest as a treatment that could offend me in any way? I found myself signing his consent document even as the question was crossing my mind.

  “Excellent” he said, and he had scooped the paper up before the ink had a chance to dry. “We can get started right away, come with me.”

  I watched him as he got up from behind his desk and stepped out into his small hallway. He led me down to another door that looked like it went into an exam room. He opened it up and I saw what looked like a large bed against the far wall with a curtain draped halfway around it.

  “I’m going to start by having our massage therapist work with you” the doctor said. “Her name is Jill. I’ll send her in to work with you in a few minutes.”

  “Massage therapist?” I repeated.

  “Yes” the doctor said. “It’s critical that we make sure you are relaxed before we move forward with your therapy. Jill is a skilled professional, and she will have you nice and relaxed for our next session.”

  Hmmm, maybe this won’t be so bad after all…

  “I just need you disrobe down to your undergarments Diane. There is a robe on the back of the door. I will send her down in a few minutes.”

>   Chapter 3

  I watched Dr. Foster leave and I looked around the room. Getting a massage wasn’t the worse thing in the world and I started to think this sex counseling business wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I stepped over to the door and took the robe and I started to underdress. I did as he asked and stripped down to my bra and panties and put on the robe while I started to survey the room.

  The bed was large and had a curtain enclosing one side that I assumed was meant for privacy while she was doing her massages. The room was large enough that there were several other chairs along the far side of the wall. I realized there was one armchair that was noticeably larger than the rest and I started to inspect it closer when I heard her knock on the door. A moment later a girl that I assumed was Jill was poking her head into the room.

  “Hi Diane!” she said as she skipped into the room.

  She was younger than I was by several years and showed her body in the outfit she was wearing. She had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that made it look like she might have been going to the gym to workout. I watched her as she whisked her way over to the bed and arranged it to her liking before turning back to me.

  “Ok, the doctor said he needed you relaxed Diane” she said. “Why don’t you start by taking off the robe and lying on your stomach on the bed? I’ll start by working on your back.”

  She turned and had her back to me and spoke nonchalantly as she told me what she wanted me to do. She was standing at a table that was by the side of the bed getting what looked like massage oils prepared. I took her instructions and removed the robe and placed it on one of their chairs. I tried to fight the self-consciousness I was feeling and told myself she was a professional as I laid on the bed.

  I found myself wishing I had worn different underwear as she was preparing herself. Never had I thought that I would be getting undressed during this office visit, and the panties I had been wearing had been a bit sheer. I tried to get the thought out of my head as Jill turned and walked back to the bed. She was only in my vision for a second before she stepped up and I felt the weight of the bed shift.

  I could feel her as she straddled my back and she prepared to massage me. It was different than any massage I had ever gotten in any other salon. I was used to the masseuse working my body as she stood next to a massage table. Jill was straddling my legs and I was suddenly hyper sensitive about how naked I was in front of her.

  I felt the squirt of lotion on my back and a second later I felt her warm hands as she started to work the muscles of my upper back. My apprehension was quickly starting to fade as her fingers started to work the knots in my flesh. I could feel her fingernails as she brushed her hands up and down my back and she rubbed my tense muscles. When she spoke it was almost a whisper and it made me realize how close she actually was to me.

  “Your hair honey – can you pull your hair from your shoulders? I don’t want to get any lotion in your hair.”

  I lifted my hands up over my head and grabbed my hair to sweep it to the side for her.

  “That’s it, good” I heard her say, and I felt her hands return to my back.

  She was working my shoulders and just brushing my neck ever so softly. It would have been relaxing if it had not been starting to feel so sexual. I felt her hands move lower down my back and trip over the strap of my bra. A second later they swept up my back again and I felt the momentary tug on my bra strap before it released.

  “Let me just unsnap that for you honey, so I can get at your entire back” she said.

  I felt her hands traveling the length of my back and I took a deep breath. I could still feel her straddling me as she ran her hands up and down my body. Her hands glided along the side of my body and lingered at the sides of my breasts just long enough for me to feel them but brief enough to seem appropriate. I then felt her weight shift as she slid her lithe body further down my legs.

  She was sitting on my calves now, and she was perched directly over my ass. The panties that I had been concerned about a few minutes earlier were directly underneath her. I had been worried before because I thought that the panties were too sheer. I was worried now because I knew they were starting to get wet.

  I was willing myself to think about anything else but her hands as she glided them over my ass. She was kneading my flesh but she was getting closer and closer to the inside of my thighs. I was certain if she got any closer she would be able to sense the heat between my legs. I felt her weight shift upwards again and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

  “How are you doing so far, does it feel good?” Jill asked me.

  “Uh huh” I said in a voice that I knew sounded husky.

  I felt her body sliding up mine again as she returned her hands to my back and she resumed her hypnotizing massage of my muscles. I felt her body as she straddled my upper back and she took each of my arms in her hands. She lifted them over my head and laid them in front of me as she continued massaging across my shoulders, up my arms and to the tips of my fingers. I could feel her breasts just above me as she reached her hands up my arms to run them the length of my own hands. I could feel her tickling my wrists and then I felt her pull and by the time I realized she had just secured my hands with rope it had been too late.

  Chapter 4

  “Easy, easy” she purred as she moved back down my body.

  I pulled both hands and realized I was secured to the headboard of the big bed. I lifted my head up to see that I was tied and I tried pulling on them once more. It was obvious that I wasn’t going anywhere without someone untying me first and my head was swimming as I processed my predicament. It was starting to get harder to think clearly as I felt her hands back on me as she started to tug at the waistband of my panties.

  “Shhh, just relax Diane” she said, and I felt the wetness of the fabric as she slid them down my thighs. “I told you, I’m going to help you relax.”

  I gave one last futile tug on the ropes as I felt her fingers slipping between my legs. She was running her hands over my ass and kneading my cheeks in concentric circles. I was still holding out hope that she wasn’t going to venture further but I knew that was foolish. I felt her caress my ass one last time before I felt her fingers slide between my thighs and spread my wet pussy open.

  “Ooh, my my my” she said, and I could hear my wetness as she manually spread me apart. “Someone is enjoying this” she said.

  I opened my mouth and wanted to tell her to stop. I felt her fingers on my wet pussy and the only thing I heard come out of my mouth was a moan. I felt my body start to twist and I realized I was completely at her mercy as her slow, talented fingers continued to explore me. I was aware of the door to the room opening but was too caught up with what was happening between my legs to care. I assumed it was Dr. Foster and I was hoping beyond hope that he wasn’t going to tell her to stop.

  “Diane” Dr. Foster said, but the voice was not from within the room.

  I realized I was hearing him over a speaker in the ceiling. Jill reached up to the curtain by the bed and pulled it back slightly, revealing a small, one-way mirror that was recessed into the wall. I was able to focus on it long enough to understand before I felt her fingers on me again and my back started to arch.

  “Jill is preparing you to pleasure another man Diane” Foster said, and I realized Foster was watching me from the other side of the window. “Jill is preparing you to fuck Raymond.”

  I now knew the name of the other person who had entered the room was Raymond. I lifted my head to turn it from the wall and laid it down so that I could look on the other side of the bed. I could see him – a good looking black guy, about the same age as Jill – as he was undressing.

  “You need to open yourself up sexually Diane” Foster was saying from the other room. “Raymond and Jill are trying to help you to lose your inhibitions for your husband.”

  I watched Raymond pull down his underwear and saw him reveal a cock that was far larger than anything I had ever had inside of me before. It
was starting to get hard just by virtue of him watching Jill tease me. I watched his cock grow and I briefly wondered if he would even be able to stuff that thing into my wet pussy.

  I felt Jill’s thumbs fan across my clit and my body shuddered. I watched as Raymond disappeared from my view and I felt movement on the bed behind me. Jill’s hands left my pussy and a moment later she was beside me on the bed with a couple of pillows in her hands. I felt Raymond’s strong hands lifting me by the hips as Jill put the pillows underneath my body to prop ass in the air. I could hear the two of them talking as they prepared me.

  “Her pussy is hot and wet” Jill told him.

  “She’s got a nice ass” Raymond said. “Nice tits too.”

  I felt his hands run up my back and run along either side of my body, grabbing at my tits. My ass was thrust in the air and my weight was forward on my chest so I knew he didn’t have easy access, but I could feel my nipples digging into the sheet beneath me. I felt fingers spreading my pussy open again and couldn’t tell whose fingers they were. And then I felt the blunt tip of his big cock against my wet opening.

  “You need to relax Diane” I heard Foster saying again. “You need to release your inhibitions.”

  I felt Raymond push and the thick head of his cock started to push into my pussy. My breathing quickened as I gasped and it felt like my body temperature shot up a hundred degrees. I could feel her fingers spreading me as his cock pushed further and the split second of pain I felt ebbed into a throbbing in my pussy. I felt him push again and I felt two more inches of his glorious cock stretch my pussy open further.

  Her thumb lightly brushed my clit and my body started to shake.

  “Don’t let her climax yet!” Foster said over the intercom, and all at once I felt her fingers leaving my pussy.